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Lightning as lava spews into the air during 2015 eruption of Calbuco volcano, Chile

So here’s the thing

Yes Sara loves Scott more than life itself. She loves him more than she loves brownies and chocolate chip cookies, hard to believe I know.

But that does not stop her from messing with him.

And that means that every week he receives photos of their expeditions that become increasingly more elaborate.

It starts off harmless sure, the wish you were hear photos and hey I found this cool plant photos. But then.

One day Scott recieves a photo of a literal man-eating plant.

She sends him a photo of her and vetra wearing shades with spewing lava in the very-near background.

Liam picks up on this and soon he’s in a good majority of the photos and basically they’re both just giant goofy nerds

One day he gets a photo of Sara with a very confused Kallo in the background with the caption “I have a cute boyfriend and you don’t #suckit” and Scott is personally insulted that she didn’t tell him sooner

Then he receives a photo of Drack holding Sara over the edge of a cliff and he had a fucking heart attack.

She once sent him a blurry picture of her running frantically away from a hoard of giant beetles, and he later gets a photo of her stuck in a hole she used to escape the bugs, with Jaal trying to help her out and liam dying of laughter in the background. Basically she starts giving him a heart attack once a week.

He gives up on scolding her for being reckless after getting a photo of her, liam and Jaal silhouetted by a huge explosion. It’s no longer advised for his health.

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Photos of the day - March 16, 2017

A Federal Police soldier runs for cover during fighting against Islamic State militants in western Mosul, Iraq; Cooper, an assistance dog for Philip Eaglesham, left, yawns as Britain’s Prince Harry leads a panel discussion at King’s College in London; snow-covered Mount Etna, Europe’s most active volcano, spews lava during an eruption; Leon the Snow Leopard visits the Melbourne Zoo vet for dental surgery, in Melbourne, Australia; Pope Francis is silhouetted as he leaves after his private audience with Lebanese President Michel Aoun at the Vatican. These are some of the photos of the day. (AP/EPA/Getty/Reuters/Zuma)

Photo credits: (from top) Felipe Dana/AP, Kirsty Wigglesworth/AP, Salvatore Allegra/AP, David Crosling/EPA, Alessandra Tarantino/AP

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baalat-ov  asked:

I want to hear about the volcano dragon!!!!

I suppose I can post this astral experience.


I rode on the back of a helldragon named Azor as we flew out of my realm and into the expanse of the astral in order to explore. We were accompanied by a shapeshifter named Mer, who mimicked Azor’s form and flew alongside us, and Tea, who sat next to me. We found a fiery field where we planned to practice fighting in however, along the field was this large mountain range. When looking at the mountain range one of my companions pointed out a mountain that was spewing lava and had a dragon flying around it. We decided to go up there and talk with the dragon.

When we landed we saw that the mountain was in fact a volcano although it had this strange rock path that jutted out from the rim of the crater and over the middle of the deep lava pit. It looked like something out of a video game. The volcano dragon flew overhead and Mer shifted into his human form as we waited for her to land. After a bit, she finally brought her enormous body down on the side of the crater opposite us.   

“Wisdom, Power, or Justice?” the dragon asked. Her body was made of rock but I could see lava oozing and pulsating through it like blood.She watched us with her mouth hanging open, viscous lava dripping out of it and into the volcano crater below.

“We actually just want to talk,” I replied.

She paused for a moment, as if in disbelief. Then she snarled “Don’t make me knock you into the volcano! Wisdom, Power, or Justice?”      

Not wanting to argue with her I turned to my companions to see what they wanted to choose. I made a case for Wisdom because it seemed like the less risky and most helpful choice. Also who doesn’t love more knowledge? Tea argued for Power because she was hoping that the dragon would bestow upon her the ability to shoot lava out of her eyes. I told her that Power usually ends badly but she refused to be swayed. Mer chose Justice solely because no one else had and Azor asked why Love wasn’t one because he found the dragon to be cute.

“Wisdom, Power, or Justice?” her impatient voice boomed over our bickering.

Azor hopped over to her and gave her a toothy smile, “How about you and I get out of here and spend some time together? You know, like on a date?” She didn’t even deign to respond as she flew away from him to another part of the crater’s rim and repeated her question to us. As Azor made his way back over all we could say was “Wow.”

I apologized to the dragon for us taking so long to decide and asked Mer to give his argument for picking Justice. He explained how Justice is the ultimate good choice because what we are given can be used to help many who are suffering. I joked about how he needs to be more selfish like Tea and I. Seeing as the three of us probably won’t budge on our decisions we asked Azor to make a choice.

“Justice,” he declared. He then ran out on the rock path that led out to over the middle of the crater and looked towards the volcano dragon, “because wouldn’t it be Justice for us to be together? My love for you is Justice!” If she had pupils I’m sure she would have rolled her eyes.

“Wisdom, Power, or Justice?” she repeated almost in anger this time around. Azor shouted “Justice!” but I said that we have to all agree with the decision since we’re doing this together.

“Wisdom, Power, or Justice? You have five seconds before I knock you into the volcano,” she snapped.   

“Okay, okay, okay, we’re gonna make the decision now,” I nervously replied though for a moment I remembered that I’ve survived falling in lava before.

“Why don’t we just do Justice?” Mer proposed, “There is a majority after all.”

“Yeah but Azor isn’t even really for Justice, he’s doing his own thing,” I countered. “Here, I’ll throw my lot in with Power to make it equal and we can flip a coin.” I conjured up a coin and designated Justice as tails and Power as heads. I threw the coin in the air, caught it, and flipped it over on the back of my hand.

“Heads.”

“You cheated!” Azor shouted, “Look you flipped it over to heads!”

“I didn’t cheat,” I protested, “and I’m doing it three times so calm yourself.” I flipped the coin again. Tails.

“The deciding flip,” Mer commented.

“How exciting!” Tea added.

I flipped the coin again. Tails.

I chucked the coin into the volcano.

Azor swung his body to face the dragon, “My love for you is revealed! The coin has chosen Justice and so that is our choice!”

“And so Justice it shall be. Which one of you will step forward?” she sat on the opposite side of the rock path indicating that the chosen one should walk down it. Azor rushed towards it but we stopped him saying that Mer should be the one because he initially suggested Justice. Azor conceded and let Mer walk the path.

Once he got to the edge of the path the dragon spoke up again, “What is Justice to you?”

“Giving a voice to the those that have been beaten down and stripped of their rights. Giving power to the oppressed,” he answered.

“And how will you use this gift of Justice?” she pressed.

“To help people.”

The lava in the volcano began to swirl around creating a whirlpool. This disturbance caused steam to rise up with such ferocity that Mer’s hair and cloak were blown upwards. He looked at the dragon awaiting instruction.

“Think about a situation that needs your Justice and then gaze into the volcano to see what to do to carry it out,” she directed.

Mer got down on his hands and knees and peered over the edge of the path. We watched for a few minutes as he searched the lava for answers. I glanced into the swirling pool myself but all I saw was molten rock. At last, Mer’s hand flew up to cover his mouth and he let out a tiny “Oh my…” as he looked back up at the dragon.

“Now that you have found your Justice the volcano requires payment,” she stated, “Five human souls.”

“But I- I don’t have any souls,” he casted a worried look over at us.

“I do, don’t worry,” Azor said.

“Why’d’ they got to be human?” I protested as Azor pulled out the souls from…somewhere. Tea patted me on the head to calm me down.

“Into the volcano,” the dragon instructed. Azor dropped the souls into the crater. Those bluish white balls of energy fell into the lava and swirled around until they weren’t seen anymore.

“If I knew we had to pay with human souls than I wouldn’t have done this!” I complained as Mer regrouped with us. Hearing my comment the dragon explained how the energy of the volcano worked and that the souls weren’t necessarily trapped there forever. She then, however, brought up something else.

“Wisdom,” she said to me, “is a rare choice but it is the most selfless choice if you share it with others. Power and Justice can be used for selfish purposes, but Wisdom, by the nature of this Volcano, is inherently selfless. I will bestow upon you the gift of Wisdom but you must swear to tell what you learn to everyone you can. That is your payment.”

“Sure, I’d probably share it with everyone anyway,” I replied as I began to walk down the rock path. It wasn’t that hard to post stuff online after all.

“Look into the volcano and find your Wisdom.”

I got on my hands on knees just as Mer had done. Not going to lie, it was a little nerve wracking to be stuck on this tiny platform over a pit of swirling lava. I could even see small bits of rock crumble and fall in when I moved. As the lava spun faster the steam rose up sticking to and burning my face. I could feel tears coming out of my eyes as I looked straight down into it.

In the middle of the lava vortex images began to form. At first they were images of my personal life and of my past. Then they became images of the human race, characterizing us through our growth as species. From sticks to civilization. When it just passed our current time period something bad happened. We were gone. Deteriorated into nothing. The images then reversed back to the beginning of the 21rst century and then replayed again, this time focusing on the cause of our destruction. Once it reached our end, it reversed and replayed again. Reversed and replayed. Reversed and replayed. My wisdom was the reason for the downfall of our civilization.       

The images kept playing but I looked up from them and at the dragon, “I already knew this, in fact many people already know this. We’ve known this for years.”

“You….what?” she shook her head, “No you can’t possibly have already known.”

“Pretty much every human already knows that this is a thing, now whether they believe it or have the knowledge to understand what it is, well that’s a whole other thing. But me? I’ve known about this for a long while and I already knew that it would cause our death,” with a laugh I added “This is old news.”

“You need to leave. Right now. Leave!” she demanded. I flew back over to my crew as we looked at each other with confused expressions. “LEAVE” the dragon commanded as she began to vigorously stir up the lava. Tea and I climbed up onto Azor and Mer shifted into a dragon and we flew away before the volcano dragon attacked us.  

Conflicted

Summary: You learned Bucky was responsible for your parent’s death, the only reason you were an Avenger in the first place. You’re conflicted, and your powers go out of whack. Bucky tries to help. (Reader is an empath, meaning she picks up other people’s emotions.)

Warnings: Mentions of dead parents, angst.

Word count: 1522

A/N: I don’t feel like using a sad gif because Bucky deserves to be happy >^< Have this one instead. 

Originally posted by amjeth

You were yelling and you knew it was hurting him, that you were hurting him but you just couldn’t stop. You were erupting from the inside, words spewing out like molten lava and smoke, ready to burn Bucky at any moment. He had known, and you had trusted him. How could you have done this, gotten so utterly close to the enemy and not even suspect him? You were so pissed and so sad at the same time, angry tears flooding your vision against your will. There was no way that he could be the good guy. Your parents were good, they never so much as looked at someone the wrong way. So why was he here in front of you with all this innocent blood on his hands while they were buried, cold and rotten in the dirt?

You needed to stop, you were hurting him. It didn’t matter what he had done to them; to you. You could feel his heart tearing, you already knew he blamed himself for it all. You knew he hated himself, his metal extension that he tried so hard to categorize as ‘not Bucky’. All the work you had done, all the caring smiles and hugs and open arms, all the soft words and the tear-stained shoulders were wearing off because if he lost you, what would there be in this world for him? He couldn’t bare to imagine a world where you hated him and he was responsible for your pain. You could feel it all, resounding in your skull like a bullet bouncing off sheets of metal. It didn’t matter how bad he had screwed you up, you couldn’t stand to break him again.

The rage that had built up drained from every opening, it left you sad and empty and cold, like a kettle being taken off the stove before boiling. And you regretted it all because when your eyes cleared you were looking right at Bucky, and a brand new wave of self-loathing hit you like a bag of bricks.

Your precious soldier, the man you loved and trusted and cared about more than anything.

Your parent’s killer, the shadow you hunted for years, the demon you resented with every square inch of your soul.

One and the same.

You wanted to punch him, to stab him and take away everything you knew he loved because you were still bitter and craved revenge. You needed to feel the superiority he must have felt when he stood over your parents crumpled bodies and watch the life drain out of his eyes the way they had yours when you found them.

You wanted to hug him and let him cry into your shoulder and hold him so tight he would never have another doubt about his worth ever again. You needed to make him feel loved and secure and human and you needed to wipe away those pained tears sliding down his cheeks.

These opposites were so overwhelming, because now that you were this frantic, emotions were attacking you from every corner. Straight ahead of you, inadequacy. Contempt, anger, pain. He had no idea how you could force those emotions on you, all that anger and grief and vengeance that built up between the walls of your lungs all because of his employer at the time.

Shock, wonder, worry from the doorway. Steve and Natasha’s scared and curious feelings from the entrance as they checked to see what the yelling was about.

Fear. From everyone. Bucky was scared that he’d never be able to repent, gain your trust, forgive himself for doing such horrible things to anyone but especially for scarring you so harshly. Steve and Nat because they weren’t sure what was going on, but the atmosphere was far too volatile to ignore, and one misstep could set the whole world aflame. You, or at least what you thought you could distinguish as your own emotion, because how could you have been so dull, letting this man in and giving him a free pass at your heart when you knew nothing good could ever possibly come from it. Because now that you were exposed, your power was running rampant and you have no control anymore.

You were burning, but not from the anger that had sliced through you before. You were about to explode because rivers of feelings that you had no part in feeling were flooding through you, your nerves were explosives setting off with every new wave and you had no idea how to stop it. You needed to punch something but you also needed to cry. Urges to fall in love and fall off a cliff, to smile and laugh and tear off someone’s limb. You wanted to crawl into a corner and you wanted to rip through ceilings; mad and tired and excited and sick. You couldn’t tell you apart from anyone else in the building and it was maddening. Everything was falling apart, starting with small crumbs of the walls you built up and ending with yards of debris knocked off with every beat of your heart. You were tearing at the edges, ink diluting into water and smudging across paper.

Bucky saw you breaking, he recognized the pain and the confliction in your frantic eyes and wanted nothing more than to help. Like you had once helped him when he was lost and scared and alone. There was no time to worry about how badly you must’ve wanted him to not come near you because he could clearly see you were on the brink of combustion.

He took three hasty strides and was right in front of you. Carefully, like he were about to hug a paper crane, he tucked your frame under his arms, placing his real hand against your head and directing it into the space between his neck and his shoulder. That’s where you always put your head, when you were tired or stressed or struck with a brand new wave of adoration for the soldier.

With all the softness of a knit sweater, he stroked your hair and cuddled into the side of your panicked head. You could feel his heart beating, irratic but still somehow calming and grounding. You had every urge to push away from him, but the very same urges were pleading you to stay where you were because something about the way you fit perfectly against his muscles was relaxing and home-like.

“You’re okay, focus on me, everything’s fine.” He said, in a tone between a whisper and a breath but with all the confidence of a speech and all the caring of a father to his daughter. You concentrated on how his breath dissolved over your ear, like ice slowly melting onto the floor. His contact was wet from tears and warm from love and your heart was climbing upwards, getting lighter every second.

Slowly, but not unbearably, all the feelings fled from your body and you were left with nothing. Just the silence of the muting grey walls and uncharacteristically white light pouring from the windows. Nothing but soft breaths and murmuring hearts and warmth, because even with a metal arm Bucky was nothing but a fireplace. No wonder you felt so cozy and safe between his muscles.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Buck.” You whimper against his collarbone because the energy it would take you to look up at him would have been enough to knock you out. It wasn’t clear what you were apologizing for, even to yourself; it might have been for blowing up at him, for hurting him, blaming him, making him help you, or just because it felt right curling it’s way past your lips and twisting up into his ears.

“Everything’s fine.” He repeated, because what could he say to that? He hurt you, hurt your family and everything you ever thought you wanted. But maybe he could salvage this, actually make it fine. He couldn’t lose you, so now that it was looking like he wouldn’t he was so relieved that his words turned into a long breath.

But that was all you needed. You didn’t need your powers to understand what he meant. It would be fine, you could push through this because that shadow you saw over your parents bloody corpses wasn’t Bucky. It was the Winter Soldier you saw that night, and it was Bucky who was holding on to you, desperate for your love and comfort and care.

Bucky was the farthest away from the Winter Soldier as one person could be, he was so much more than a metal arm and a machine gun, just like how Steve wasn’t Captain America; the name and the person were always different, trying times pulled out things that no one can ever relate to, and the man behind the glasses was a universe away from being the man with the cape riding his shoulders.

Bucky Barnes wasn’t a villain, and you weren’t a vengeful murderer. You could work through this because Bucky was Bucky, and he was the closest thing to home you had.

'Cave of forgotten dreams' may hold earliest painting of volcanic eruption

Mysterious paintings in one of the world’s most famous caves could mark the oldest-known depiction of a volcanic eruption. Spray-shaped images in Chauvet cave in France were painted at around the same time as nearby volcanoes spewed lava high into the sky, reports a paper published this month in PLoS ONE.

Chauvet-Pont D'Arc cave, in southern France, is one of the world’s oldest and most impressive cave-art sites. Discovered in 1994 and popularized in the Werner Herzog documentary ‘Cave of Forgotten Dreams’, Chauvet contains hundreds of paintings that were made as early as 37,000 years ago.

Fearsome animals such as woolly rhinoceroses, cave lions and bears dominate Chauvet’s imagery. But one of its innermost galleries — named after a giant deer species, Megaloceros, that is depicted there — also contains a series of mysterious spray-shaped drawings, partly covered by the Megaloceros painting. Read more.

CHILE, FRUTILLAR : View from Frutillar, southern Chile, of lava spewing from the Calbuco volcano, on April 23, 2015. Chile’s Calbuco volcano erupted on Wednesday, spewing a giant funnel of ash high into the sky near the southern port city of Puerto Montt and triggering a red alert. Authorities ordered an evacuation for a 10-kilometer (six-mile) radius around the volcano, which is the second in southern Chile to have a substantial eruption since March 3, when the Villarrica volcano emitted a brief but fiery burst of ash and lava. AFP PHOTO/MARTIN BERNETTI                        

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Star Wars: Battlefront First Screens & Details

‘Star Wars: Battlefront’ unleashed at fan convention

The Force isn’t merely awakening on the big screen. It’s also returning to the video game realm.

“Star Wars: Battlefront” publisher Electronic Arts and Swedish developer DICE showcased their next-generation rendition of the “Star Wars” multiplayer shooter Friday at Star Wars Celebration, the annual fan extravaganza celebrating the sci-fi franchise.

The new iteration of “Battlefront” takes place amid the conflicts of the original film trilogy and is scheduled for release Nov. 17 for PlayStation 4, Xbox One and PC.

“Battlefront” will focus on frenzied shoot-outs between up to 40 players portraying Rebel Alliance and Galactic Empire forces. In a demonstration of the game’s multiplayer mode, a team of jetpack-equipped rebels were shown carving their way through the woodsy Endorwhile Stormtroopers charged at them on foot, on speeders and within walkers, including a hulking AT-AT war machine.

Other locales teased in game footage included the snowy Hoth, sandy Tatooine and gooey Sullust, a lava-spewing planet referenced in 1983’s “Return of the Jedi,” as well as many “Star Wars” games and novels, but rarely ever seen. “Battlefront” won’t solely be centered on expendable ground troops. The game will reward sharpshooters with the ability to embody such iconic characters as bounty hunter Boba Fett and Sith baddie Darth Vader on the battlefield.

“You can storm in as the Dark Lord himself,” said “Battlefront” design director Niklas Fegraeus. “You can wield a lightsaber. You can Force choke the rebel scum, which is fun. Basically, you are the boss of the battle. This means that you, as Vader, can lead your team to victory — if you play well.”

The action will also take to the skies with players engaging in dogfights with TIE Fighters, X-wings and the Millennium Falcon, though the developers were coy about how battles would alternate between ground and air combat.

“We wanted it to feel authentic to this universe,” said “Battlefront” executive producer Patrick Bach. “You can get into these vehicles, from speeder bikes to X-wings, TIE fighters, AT-STs, AT-ATs. There’s a wide range of vehicles that we wanted to realize. The difficulty with a game is that they need to be balanced with the troops on the ground.”

“Battlefront” will also include a free downloadable level available two weeks before “Star Wars: The Force Awakens” opens in theaters Dec. 18. It’s set on Jakku, the battle-scarred desert planet glimpsed in “Force Awakens” teasers. The expansion, dubbed “Battle of Jakku,” will explore the moment following “Return of the Jedi” when the New Republic confronted Imperial holdouts on the previously unseen Outer Rim enclave.

“You never get to see it in the new movie, so it was this brilliant opportunity to recreate the Battle of Jakku, which you only see the remnants of in the movie,” said Bach. “In the game, you actually get to play the Battle of Jakku. It’s the same place from the new movie but 30 years earlier.”

The original “Battlefront” was released in 2005 by publisher LucasArts and developer Pandemic Studios. It dispatched with traditional “Star Wars” storytelling in favor of shoot-'em-up action.

The forthcoming “Battlefront,” which was first teased at the Electronic Entertainment Expo in 2013, marks the first title in a 10-year deal between the Walt Disney Co. and Electronic Arts Inc. to create new “Star Wars” games.

“We didn’t want this to be a normal licensing relationship,” said LucasArts digital business vice president Ada Duan at Celebration. “We didn’t want them to just make movie games. We wanted a deep partnership to create brand-new experiences.”

First Battlefront details

As is the custom for any media embargo, someone will always go a little early. It’s the way of the universe and thus we have our first official details on the upcoming Battlefront.

From the Associated Press:

“Battlefront” will focus on frenzied shoot-outs between up to 40 players portraying Rebel Alliance and Galactic Empire forces. In a demonstration of the game’s multiplayer mode, a team of jetpack-equipped rebels were shown carving their way through the woodsy Endor while Stormtroopers charged at them on foot, on speeders and within walkers, including a hulking AT-AT war machine.
Other locales teased in game footage included the snowy Hoth, sandy Tatooine and gooey Sullust, a lava-spewing planet referenced in 1983’s “Return of the Jedi,” as well as many “Star Wars” games and novels, but rarely ever seen. “Battlefront” won’t solely be centered on expendable ground troops. The game will reward sharpshooters with the ability to embody such iconic characters as bounty hunter Boba Fett and Sith baddie Darth Vader on the battlefield.
“You can storm in as the Dark Lord himself,” said “Battlefront” design director Niklas Fegraeus. “You can wield a lightsaber. You can Force choke the rebel scum, which is fun. Basically, you are the boss of the battle. This means that you, as Vader, can lead your team to victory — if you play well.”


The action will also take to the skies with players engaging in dogfights with TIE Fighters, X-wings and the Millennium Falcon, though the developers were coy about how battles would alternate between ground and air combat.
“We wanted it to feel authentic to this universe,” said “Battlefront” executive producer Patrick Bach. “You can get into these vehicles, from speeder bikes to X-wings, TIE fighters, AT-STs, AT-ATs. There’s a wide range of vehicles that we wanted to realize. The difficulty with a game is that they need to be balanced with the troops on the ground.”


“Battlefront” will also include a free downloadable level available two weeks before “Star Wars: The Force Awakens” opens in theaters Dec. 18. It’s set on Jakku, the battle-scarred desert planet glimpsed in “Force Awakens” teasers. The expansion, dubbed “Battle of Jakku,” will explore the moment following “Return of the Jedi” when the New Republic confronted Imperial holdouts on the previously unseen Outer Rim enclave.


“You never get to see it in the new movie, so it was this brilliant opportunity to recreate the Battle of Jakku, which you only see the remnants of in the movie,” said Bach. “In the game, you actually get to play the Battle of Jakku. It’s the same place from the new movie but 30 years earlier.”

It used to be that nothing could be done if the science was atrocious in my screenplay about a guy who uses his power to control volcanoes with his brain in order to kidnap the Queen of England (don’t fucking steal that idea, it’s mine). Dumb people would forever believe volcanoes can spew lava demons, as occurs midway through the second act, after the Queen does a back flip off an oncoming missile and redirects it into Mt. Vesuvius, thus spawning the lava demons. But today, I have no excuse for not understanding basic volcano science, now that 844-NEED-SCI is a thing. It’s a hotline which connects lonely screenwriters with one of over 2,700 sexy single scientists around the world. The scientists are standing by, and they can’t wait to tell me that I don’t know dick about volcanology.

844-NEED-SCI is provided by the Science and Entertainment Exchange, an offshoot of the National Academy of Sciences, a nonprofit organization dedicated to consulting on all kind of scientific matters, with a primary focus on helping government workers and politicians understand science. Modern politicians seem to not give much of a shit about science, so fuck it, screenplay consulting it is.

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